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    Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two
    Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two
    Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two
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    Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two

    By BP Gregory

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    A paroled monster, a prostitute and a policeman all see a little girl lost, but this isn't the start of a joke. An isolated, frail old man trapped in his apartment; what possible threat could he pose to the sociopaths next door?

    Take a stroll down humanity's eerie back alleys and enjoy BP Gregory's newest short sci-fi, urban fantasy and horror stories neatly packaged together in Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBP Gregory
    Release dateOct 18, 2014
    ISBN9781310707148
    Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two
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    BP Gregory

    BP Gregory has been an archaeology student and a dilettante of biology, psychology, and apocalypse prepping. She is the author of five novels including the recently released Flora & Jim, about a father who'll do anything to keep his daughter alive in a frozen wasteland. BP Gregory lives in Melbourne with her husband and is currently working on The Newru Trail, a murder-mystery set in a world where houses eat your memories. For stories, reviews and recommendations as she ploughs through her to-read pile visit bpgregory.com

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      Orotund - BP Gregory

      Orotund

      Collected Short Stories

      Volume Two

      by BP Gregory

      Copyright © 2014 BP Gregory

      All Rights Reserved

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This work is copyright apart from any use permitted under the Copyright Act 1968. This work may not be reproduced or transmitted in part or in its entirety in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, nor may any other exclusive right be exercised, without the prior written consent of the author BP Gregory, except where permitted by law.

      This is a work of fiction. Places and place names are either fictional, or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons either living or dead is purely co-incidental.

      Smashwords Edition. EPUB ISBN 9781310707148.

      This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, please purchase your own copy from a retailer.

      Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. It’s the folk who love books who help writers keep going.

      Acknowledgments

      Orotund cover image by Alex Malikov.

      Strangers cover image by Aprilphoto. Glory cover image by PaulPaladin. The Self Made Man cover image by Vlue. Submerged cover image by AlexussK. Stow cover image by Leszek Kobusinski. Economy cover image by Vendla Stockdale. Mould cover image by Andy Dean Photography. Terry cover image by Sofiaworld. All courtesy of Shutterstock.

      Town cover image by Ortodox, Lunchbox cover image by kamontad999 (along with a millipede by Sakdinon Kadchiangsaen), Orotund cover image by Alex Malikov, Flora & Jim cover image by Marcel Jancovic, and Visit the Website image by Peter Dedeurwaerder all courtesy of Shutterstock.

      Mould appeared on creepypasta.com in 2014.

      Stow was written for Kym, and her deep intense passion for scrapbooking. And Tim, for asking me to prod and poke at the original mystery Promise sprang from, leading inexorably to Stow.

      In writing Submerged I have to thank my perfectly normal and lovely neighbours, who in all innocence inquired as to whether I’d been murdered, and then chuckled that it would make a great story idea.

      With Economy I’d like to acknowledge my lovely sister, who I once saw fly down a church aisle like a streak of lighting. Thank you for proving that you should always proceed at your own pace.

      Content Advisory

      These stories feature adult themes including child abuse, child neglect, claustrophobia, loss of a loved one, mental health issues, paedophilia, prostitution, sexually explicit scenes, terrorism, and traumatic death. They may not be suitable for all readers.

      Index

      Copyright

      Acknowledgments

      Content Advisory

      Strangers

      Glory

      The Self Made Man

      Submerged

      Stow

      Economy

      Mould

      Terry

      Lunchbox

      Also by BP Gregory

      Strangers

      This stinks, thought Denny morosely, like some mother’s group setting him up, the divine angels of society’s secret vile justice. The little girl, the object of his attention had LOST stamped all over her, pale little lip quivering. And nobody was doing anything. Not one of these stern upright folk; folk who always found a way to pass the word about him, no matter how many times he moved. His crap just lived in boxes these days, those boxes getting fewer and fewer.

      Nobody shuttling back and forth on their very important business so much as glanced down, but of course Denny couldn’t help noticing the little girl lost, it was his sodding curse. Even with the injections that had just made him sick at first rather than better, and then killed off most of his, well, stuff, the child was all lit up: she glowed amidst the heedless sea of grey faces and grey suits. She was all that was real, more than real, and no science or witchdoctory ever helped.

      Talking to some poor kid, any child, violated his parole in a big ol’ way: and wasn’t that what the world at large was holding its breath for? Likely some righteous keen eyes had already noticed he’d been staring, staring for far too long, and he ought to just move along same as all these other good folk who didn’t see the skinny legs jutting all knobbly from under the comically big backpack. Didn’t notice the big, baffled and increasingly tearful eyes contemplating some scrap of paper in her small hand.

      Besides, nothing Denny had ever done ever turned out good for anyone; and with that familiar deep old shame he admitted he was a jinx, a curse, just like his brother said. Ought to be locked away for everyone’s protection.

      But now there was this girl. One busy fellow actually knocked the kid as he hurried by, nearly sending her over: no apology, nothing; and for Denny that was it. He crossed the road to her, heart pounding. This is suicide, suicide! Alarms would already be being whispered into phones.

      ‘Hello.’ Stupid, but what else do you say? Doubtful eyes looked up at him, and he found it hard to breathe. She knew what he was, she knew, she must know. Children had a sixth sense, like cats, and had never liked him. ‘You lost?’

      The girl offered him the piece of paper. Almost as scared as she was Denny took it, careful not to touch her hand: you didn’t touch kids, oh no no. Not even with the injections.

      It was a map. Almost looked like it’d been drawn for her by another child. A big red arrow pointed to a building, with the crude glyph of a book.

      ‘The library? This is where you’re trying to go?’

      The girl waited and Denny expanded under a massive bloom of relief: he knew where the library was, he knew! Hunkering down he pointed up the street, unsure of what the girl could actually see above all the people hurrying here and there. Not a lot, it seemed. ‘Go four blocks that way, and take a left at the building with the big flag.’

      Time was up; his jackals would be closing in, ready to save the day. No more strikes, Denny. You’re out. He could almost feel the beating claustrophobia of their fists and shoes already, which was a strange relief. He’d take it over the never ending stares, hateful letters, and windows broken in his progression of shabby government housing flats.

      But the kid took the map back with a grateful relief of her own, scurrying away down the street through the heedless ranks of those closing in. And Denny crossed his arms and thought defiantly to himself: it was worth it.

      ●

      It was Violet who saw the girl next. Violet, who bitterly missed hearing the name from her birth certificate, wasn’t due on shift ‘til three when the hole opened but that didn’t stop the tired old fuckers lining up out front like cheap sex was some kind of celebrity. She sat on

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